there was a house.
built on the softest sand under the bluest skies.
in front of the vast warm ocean.
around it were other houses.
beautiful exterior furnishings and interior designs.
with white picket fences as boundaries.
it was always believed that fences never really divided.


somehow as time passes.
you start to find drawers, boxes and chests.
old, dirty, broken.
stashed away in basements and attics.
all locked and hidden from sight.
all done so this beautiful imagery may not be soiled.


now this house.
has two red brick walls beside it stretching high.
they block out the glorious sun and cast shadows through its windows.
they also shelter the house from the elements.
that it may remain safe and untouched.


it is true.
isolation achieves the avoidance of pain.
somehow it just seems to be the easiest way of escape for me.
not caring anymore than i should.
leave it as it is or whichever.
now let me graffitize my walls.

perfection at 4:10 PM